Meet your new Master

We have no one to blame but ourselves. Well myself actually, it was my idea. My plan to avert the jungle outside for a walk indoors. My plan to work out every day without the excuse of weather to fall back on. My grand plan to fight resistance and get serious about fitness. It was expensive, but it would be worth it. We work hard, we deserve it. So we combined our research efforts, split the costs, and ordered it.

what the whatIt arrived on a Saturday and came to life on a Monday via the rigorous toil and dedication of my faithful man mate, David. In its containment it did look large, once built however, it became huge. This beast of a machine is a mammoth in our tiny home. It is a giant commanding our attention. Large with life and a console that looks like a replica of something from Star Trek, this machine is dominant.

All I wanted was a defense mechanism against common resistance. A simple way to make progress and sustain it, instead I got a war machine. Why would you simply ignore resistance when you can destroy it? In the shadow of this mighty dinosaur, there are no excuses, you have to walk, you have to run, and you have to obey it.

Throughout my speckled and turbulent history with body confidence and self improvement, I’ve tried various methods to stay on course and motivated. There have been diets, twisted ankles, and gurus along the path but time and truth changed my approach. A little internal deep dive and I realized that progress masked as punishment is an effective illusion and the size of it counts. The enormity of this new Overlord in our little life is as humorous as it is intimidating and for the first time ever I have no doubt that it will all work out.

Every single day.

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “Meet your new Master”

  1. Does your new Master have you rowing the Viking seas to Vahalla or running like some Ididarodian Sled Dog kicking up powder into its own constantly visible breathe? What form is has this destroyer of dissapointment taken in your home?

  2. Ah Captain- it’s a running machine. It’s the Treadmill that ate my living room. It’s not at all like the photos online which must have been taken in grand halls to make it appear reasonably sized. I’ll follow up with my photos at some point. It’s another level of ridiculous. I originally called this post The Treadmill that ate my house. Rereading it now I realize I never explained what the thing machine actually was. 🙂

    1. It’s better that I don’t know. That was the intrigue that kept me reading! I do the elliptical. Low impact. My doctor said I have a lot of “tissue” around the middle I have to lose before I start running! Ha! God Speed Good Read!

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